Tuesday, December 31, 2024
Sunday, December 29, 2024
Thursday, December 26, 2024
A light in the darkness
When I was about 8 or so, my dad had a heart attack. Not his first, but serious enough for my aunt and grandma to come down from North Jersey. Dad and I never really got along; it was just one of those things. He always wanted me to be like him. I was always going my own way. A lot of friction over the years. Toss in the fact he was a drunk and life wasn't good a lot of the time.
I really didn't get the whole in the hospital thing. I saw the little dixie cups they used to give pills in and thought it was kind of cool, but mostly the hospital was a big, cold place where you just laid there being sick.
Since I was in school, we didn't go see him every day although having my aunt and grandma there meant we ate out a lot more. That I really liked.
Come Christmas Eve, Mom decided to go see Dad once more - me, my sister, my aunt and grandma. I never really knew how well he was doing, but, at that time, it seemed he wasn't doing too well and everybody was down.
After we left the hospital, Mom drove around a little, looking at all the lights, I guess trying to lighten the mood.
It was when we got home that things changed. My Uncle Bill and Uncle Alec had not only set up the trains (we had a modest set), but they really went to town. They'd set up some 4 x 8 plywood boards so the train ran around behind the Christmas tree. Somebody had added to our rolling stock with one of those boxcars where the man came out when you pushed the button and a searchlight car and one of those little tunnels that lit up when the train ran through.
I forget exactly when Mom mentioned my uncles had done this while we were out, but I was mightily impressed and, for your typically goofy 8 year old, the sight of that searchlight twirling around lit up the gloom for everybody and I got the reality of what had happened.
Nobody made them do that. They did it out of the goodness of their hearts. I go a little overboard at Christmas because it's a way of remembering what happened. Blondie gets a little depressed at Christmas because her son died before he was 1 and she never got to see him grow up and do all those kid things, so I do the tree every year. Yeah, she has to be dragged kicking and screaming into it, but once there, she's always glad it's been done.
I've never forgotten how that light turned everything around that year and how somebody's effort, not what they bought, made things better. Sentimental slob that I am, I've always seen the importance of effort. The Blonde was so surprised that I remembered the things she wanted.
It's nice to be the light. Any time of year.
Tuesday, December 24, 2024
Sunday, December 22, 2024
On Outside Voices & Mirrors; Opposite of Thought & Oopsies
Thursday, December 19, 2024
On Long Faces & Noses
Plus there's this from today's Daily Mail: https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-14211289/Joe-Biden-health-Jill-exposed-MAUREEN-CALLAHAN.html What was noted over and over here for the last four years in posts and cartoons, turns out to have been TRUE all along. Imagine that!
Wednesday, December 18, 2024
Tuesday, December 17, 2024
I guess Doubleaughtwhatshisface is out of a job
You've been hearing about all the drones flying over Jersey (and that doesn't count the politicians) and all the panic about what's going on.
I'd seen references to these drones about a week ago, but this is a much fuller account and has some pictures.
OK, now we know what they look like. So what are they doing flying over Jersey (this is the fun part)? And, yes, Vagina, there is a connection to Brandon.
At the end of the Cold War, a lot of nucular warheads and missiles were dismantled, but about 80 from Ukraine turned up missing. Some were headed for the US.
So now the NRC reports a quantity of radioactive material has gone missing. The container arrived at its destination severely damaged and empty. Which brings us back to the drones and their capabilities. Now somebody has to find the stuff before Jerseyans start dropping over like they've got the plague. And they can't talk about it or the whole country goes Trumplican.
Sounds like the trailer for a movie. Solo and Kuryakin ride again.
This is speculation on my part, but what if Zelenskyy wanted a nuke to get Poot off his back once and for all and what if the dirt he has on Brandon goes a lot farther than his son, the bum?
This is what happens when you hire from the faculty lounge and let the bean counters winnow out the straight white guys. Remember Sam Brinton, Deputy Assistant Secretary of Spent Nuclear Fuel and Waste Disposition? How many containers were pilfered and nobody ever knew?
Consider the possibilities.
UPDATE
Repub Jersey mayor confirms drone - missing radioactive material connection is a real possibility.
Monday, December 16, 2024
Doubleaughtwhatshisface is a pansy
Oh, baby, if this holds up, the next month or so is gonna be so much fun.
OK, return with us now to those thriling days of yesteryear when Laura Loomer reported that Brandon had to be rushed back to DC because of an unknown medical emergency. The Demos trotted out the body doubles and told us here he is and look, he's fine.
Well, James O'Keefe has struck again. One of his minions contacted White House National Security Council advisor Henry Appel and got him to spill the beans. "Joe Biden is like dead. He like can’t say a sentence. He’s like really progressed in his old age. Everybody recognizes it”.
And then the kicker...
“He’ll be dead in a year".
Appel says that he and his colleagues are worried they may be criminally liable or investigated for something. "We're kind of concerned about them coming after us... like with Congress".
At the very least. And these people are supposed to be soooo smart.
As for O'Keefe, he's the real Man Called Intrepid.
